"You left your dad to handle the social engagement alone, even though it’s his grandson’s affair, isn’t it your son’s issue too? It’s not like you’re too busy to get away, why stay at home?"
Feng Fanghua finished eating but didn’t forget to scold her son.
Feeling helpless, Mu Yichen sighed, "I haven’t been feeling well these past few days."
He had no choice but to make excuses.
"Stomach not feeling well? Have you been drinking too much?"
Feng Fanghua immediately became anxious and instantly transformed into a loving mother worried about her son.
The old master also looked up at him with concern.
Qin Mu didn’t look up, but the gaze in her lowered eyes briefly faltered, only that no one else noticed it.
And after hearing Feng Fanghua ask whether he had drunk too much, she became even more expressionless, simply reassuring the worried elders, "You’re all overthinking it. Our family’s young master has been having someone drink in his place recently, how could he possibly have hurt his stomach?"
The old master stopped talking and took a sip of his light drink and continued eating.
"If it’s not the alcohol, could it be that you haven’t been eating well?"
Feng Fanghua thought about it and still couldn’t let it go.
Qin Mu turned to look at the man sitting beside her and asked with her eyes: Do you have the heart to make the elders worry ?
"It’s not that serious."
Mu Yichen reluctantly replied.
But during that meal, Mu Yichen really didn’t eat much.
Qin Mu didn’t eat much either after a few bites.
After the meal, Feng Fanghua had the kitchen heat up some milk for them.
"Mom, you’ve been tired lately too, and I’m almost back to normal now. Let me take care of Mu Chengyang tonight," said Qin Mu before going to bed.
After thinking for a moment, Feng Fanghua nodded, "That’s a good idea! I have been a bit tired lately."
Mu Yichen was just about to go upstairs when he turned his head back at those words.
Qin Mu was going to take care of that little brat?
What was he supposed to do then?
"You go and put Huanhuan to sleep."
Qin Mu didn’t forget to assign him a task.
Mu Yichen said nothing, just watched Qin Mu walk past him and went to the nursery to lift little Mu Chengyang into her own room.
Mu Yichen followed her upstairs and closed the door, then faced the woman who was placing their son in bed: "Mrs. Mu, aren’t you being a bit too much?"
Qin Mu stood up, turned her head, and looked at him: "Where have I gone too far?"
Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough to make Mu Yichen angry.
"Fine! Do as you like!"
Mu Yichen nodded his head, said those words, and then turned to leave.
Qin Mu still stood by the bed, looking at his departure with a slightly blurred gaze.
Once Mu Yichen left the room, he went to his daughter’s room. The nanny had already bathed Huanhuan and changed her into her pajamas. After the nanny left, Mu Yichen lay down on Huanhuan’s bed and casually grabbed a book from the table beside him.
"Daddy, Mommy has already finished that book," Huanhuan said.
Huanhuan sat beside him, looking like a little adult, and her anxious gaze made him anxious too.
"Which one has she not read yet?"
Mu Yichen asked patiently, but the look in Huanhuan’s eyes still made her worried.
"Bring them all over!"
Mu Yichen had no choice but to get up and pile all the books onto the bed, and after Huanhuan searched, she sighed, "Ah, it seems like they’ve all been read, Daddy, we’ll have to buy new books tomorrow."
"Alright! Then let’s just go to sleep tonight!"
Mu Yichen tidied up the books, put them away, turned his head to look at her, still in a good mood, hoping his daughter would let him off the hook.
However, Huanhuan shook her head, then said, "Daddy, tell me a story!"
"Yeah! Tell me the story of why Daddy married Mommy!"
Huanhuan said as she lay down, hands on her little belly, quietly waiting for her dad to tell her this story.
But Mu Yichen sat there watching his dear daughter and suddenly found himself at a loss for words.
Why did he marry her?
Wasn’t that his lifelong wish?
How could he know why on earth he had taken a fancy to her out of the blue?
She clearly had a terrible temper, always finding ways to torment him, and she didn’t trust him.
Unable to wait, Huanhuan prompted him.
Mu Yichen lay down again, turned off the light, and then began to tell that ancient story.
"So why did Daddy fall in love with Mommy?"
Lured into the story, Huanhuan couldn’t fall asleep anymore.
Mu Yichen said four words with a touch of frustration.
At that moment, truly, his liver ached, his lungs ached, his heart ached!
"Did someone smash Daddy’s head and make a hole, so water got in? Daddy, you’re so pitiful."
Huanhuan got up to hug his head and began stroking his hair.
"Daddy, Huanhuan loves you too!"
Huanhuan suddenly turned around to embrace him, then gently patted him twice.
In the darkness, that soft and tender voice was especially powerful.
Mu Yichen couldn’t help but laugh softly, his heart instantly sweetened.
Yes, indeed, that woman could be so infuriating, but at least the child she bore was sensible.
Mu Yichen gently patted Huanhuan, and eventually, her breathing became steady and even.
By the time Huanhuan fell asleep, it was already half-past ten. Mu Yichen made sure the blankets tucked around her, then quietly got out of bed, put on his shoes, and tiptoed out of the room.